It is a slum that survives outside the bustling city of Kyoto, and it lacks the thick atmosphere of the buildings of Toshijo Castle, let alone the grandeur of the exterior. +Kanshu.com romance content is updated faster than a rocket, do you dare not believe it? Standing trembling and towering under this heaven and earth, it is nothing more than a few sparse and desolate thatched huts, which reveal a smell of ashes due to disrepair, coupled with the corpses everywhere and the pain everywhere**, I am afraid that it is not an exaggeration to say that this is a hell on earth.

It was late spring, and the breeze was blowing, carrying with it the unique fresh smell of the mountains, but after passing through this small village, it was stained with the stench of rotting flesh and skin, and the two extreme smells mixed together, making people almost sick.

"Master......" Rao is used to seeing all kinds of hideous wounds and corpses, in this situation, Lang Mo still subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose. Resisting the urge to vomit, she looked at Jimo Wuxin who was walking in front of her, and there was a little more worry in her beautiful clear eyes.

Her master has been weak since he was a child, although he has been seriously recuperating all these years, but this place in front of him is really not for people, if something happens, she is afraid that a thousand cuts will not be enough to compensate.

"It's okay, if you can't stand it, just quit first." Waving his hand carelessly, Jimo Wuxin just frowned and walked slowly in a mess of filth and mess. She needs to look at some more symptoms to estimate the intensity of the toxin, so even if the bad situation is, she has to hold on.

"What do you see?" Chenji, who had been quietly accompanying him, was only at this time when he really obeyed the woman in front of him. Such a tragic situation now, at the beginning, even the soldiers in his battalion were probably unbearable, and she, a mere weak female streamer, could see such a face, which really made them embarrassed.

"Let's take it all and incinerate it, there's no need for it." Raising his finger and pointing to the corpses lying around him, Ji Mo Wuxin understood that Chenjie did this to prevent himself from missing any details, but it was really inappropriate to put the corpses indiscriminately like this, not to mention that these people still had severe poison in their bodies: "Let the people who handle it do a good job of protection, and try not to touch the corpse directly, otherwise there is a great possibility of infection." "When it comes to this, the more careful the better, and she won't let anyone take any risks.

"Hmm." Nodding solemnly, Chenjie immediately summoned someone to order. Soon, a team of well-trained soldiers acted on their own, and the entry and exit were orderly, which made Jimo feel at ease when he watched it.

"So what are we going to do next?" Unconsciously looked at the person in front of him, at this time, Chen Jue had completely regarded Jimo Wuxin as the backbone, and there was a smell of looking at her horse head when he spoke, as if he didn't remember that he was the leader of this side at all.

"Go find the source of this plague." Jiao's beautiful face revealed a bit of coldness for no reason, and Jimo unintentionally turned his head and asked: "Fourth prince, do you know which one was the first to get sick?" ”

"The first to get on?" Dusty was stunned by her question, and her first reaction was to answer that she was dead. However, in a moment of lightning, he suddenly remembered something, and the sudden spread in his eyes like a wave: "In the innermost." As he spoke, he couldn't help but take a few quick steps to lead: "Miss Jimo come with me." ”

Although he still doesn't know what the name of this strange plague is, just based on Jimo's unintentional words, he can see a lot of clues.

If it was an ordinary epidemic, the first person to get sick, after such a long time, was afraid that the corpse would rot into slag, but just now when he answered Jimo's unintentional question, he suddenly remembered that the family of three is still alive. This situation is indeed a bit weird. Could it be that this plague was a trap from the beginning?

This poor little village is only a little bigger, but three or five steps away, Ji Mo Wuxin is already standing in front of the thatched hut that Dusty said. Pushing open the crumbling broken wooden door, the almost miserable family of three who fell into a coma and festered all over their bodies appeared in everyone's sight without hindrance.

A scrawny man and a woman, and a child who was only five or six years old, all lay on the ground with their eyes closed, their faces as white as paper exuding extreme pain. On their bodies, there was no longer a piece of intact skin, and every wound seemed to have been torn open from the inside by a sharp weapon, and then it festered and became inflamed, and the yellow pus flowed all over the ground, attracting countless green-headed flies, which was simply shocking.

"Master, this ...... Is there any salvation in this? Stunned by such a scene, Lang Mo only felt that the acid water in his stomach was surging upwards vigorously, and he restrained it for a long time before he could barely suppress the violent vomiting. Oh my God, what is this hellish afterlife, and why can it turn good people into such non-human and ghost-like appearances?

"If you can't be saved, you can be saved." The beautiful jade-like face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and Jimo Wuxin didn't even hesitate and walked straight in. With such a resolute and resolute attitude, let alone Chenjue, even Yan Gui, who had been silent, couldn't help but glance up at her in surprise.

"Master!" Unexpectedly, she would move so quickly, and Ranmo let out an exclamation almost involuntarily, and then stomped her foot fiercely in a visibly frightened gaze, and followed hard. God, who is her master, who is sacred, why can she be at peace in such a situation, is this still a woman?

Standing still in the room, Jimo Wuxin's eyes as sharp as a knife only turned around the three people and quickly retracted them. Ignoring the ink that rushed in behind her, she reached into her arms, and directly took out a delicate dagger with a cold light, and swiped it twice, but it slashed at her wrist without stopping. The action was so fast that Lane Mo didn't even have time to stop it, and he felt that as soon as he saw it, gurgling blood gushed out.

"Jimo girl!" Of course, Dusty and Yangui, who came in later, also saw this unexpected scene, but their faces changed in shock, but they could only watch her throw the dagger to Ink after cutting a not shallow wound, and then walked up to the three people, squatted down and fed them blood.

"Could it be ......" The corners of Chenjie's eyes jumped, and the expression on his face became complicated for a moment. The plague can be solved with blood, this kind of thing, but it is really unheard of and unseen.

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